Trees Play Holi Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
Trees Play Holi
Autumn; skies start dreaming
of spring, time for the trees
to break free from their
eternal prison of green,
they play Holi with gulal
of every hue and colour
paint themselves
with a riot of colours.
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A beautiful depiction of a captivating season. Many people love autumn for the changing color of leaves. Trees that were once green turn into beautiful hues of gold, red, purple and orange. A lovely poem.
True! The trees do play Holi, albeit a litter early. For, Holi is the Festival of Spring in India, but trees play Holi a little earlier, in Autumn
The great Indian festival of Holi marks the end of winter and beginning of Spring. Autumn is the spring of deciduous trees! ? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A beautiful poem with nature observation! May I quote--'time for the trees to break free from their eternal prison of green, '. Green is beautiful, but as with anything which keeps you in bondage, may be broken to keep yourself free to breath.
True, Bharati! Do the trees not wish and dream their freedom from the eternal shackles of green?